My most recent dream included walking up the street my old house was on in the dark and in the rain. I was walking with my father and Maribeth and Donovan. There were little road-killed cats every few feet. I was terribly sad. In the sky there were clouds and constellations shaped like dead cats and Maribeth and I were angry at the sky for mocking the poor little cats.
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